Finnick bit back another moan, easier said than done against the soft, fat soles slicking up and down his shaft. The motions were slow and teasing, ensuring that each of the fennec’s inches were caressed by the large pair of footpaws. The paws in question belonged to Gideon Grey, chuckling to himself as he sat on his couch. Below him on his plush living room carpet was the wincing fennec, clearly trying to keep up his tough guy demeanor. The southern vulpine rolled his eyes as he leaned further into his faded couch. He and Finnick had been doing this for so long, the bigger fox could easily see through him. 

“You’re not tryna pretend I’m a girl again, are ya?” Gideon snickered, bouncing his feet against his friend-with-benefits’ hard length. 

“N-no,” Finnick huffed, averting his gaze. “Just shut up, I’m trying to concentrate.”

“But I’m doing all the work here,” the bigger vulpine countered, ending his statement by pressing his feet together, putting added pressure on Finnick’s dick while he eased them down and back up.

Picking up where he left off, Gideon continued to wear a smug grin while he used his feet to tease the other fox. Keeping his motions at a steady pace, his footpaws continued to slide up and down as one, giving another squeeze to the fennec’s tip before coming back down. 

“How’s this?” Gideon asked, continuing his motions. It became automatic to him, allowing to instead focus on the looks of pleasure that flashed across Finnick’s face. They never lasted long but it was enough to fuel Gideon’s own ego. 

“Y-you already know the answer to that,” Finnick huffed, flicking his ears in annoyance. 

“Yeah, I know…” the heavyset vulpine followed his words up with another press of his soles together, this time against Finnick’s thick knot. Putting more pressure than usual and for longer, the fennec finally caved, a deep grunt being heard straight from his chest. “...But I wanna hear you say it.” 

“Fuck, fine… I like your-” 

Already hearing enough, Gideon changed the actions of his feet, separating them. His left remained, now pressing down on Finnick’s cock, rubbing his sole and wiggling toes up and down the warm shaft. But his right foot rose higher. Teasing his fuckbuddy, the southern predator combed the dulled claws of his footpaw through Finnick’s silky fur, higher and higher until he reached the fennec’s chest. 

Flexing and arching his sole, Gideon rubbed his footpaw against Finnick’s chest. It started slow at first, the pads of his paw stroked up and down while his claws combed through the soft pelt. 

Now, Finnick couldn’t hold back the grunts of satisfaction that rose in his throat. Giving into the sensations, the fennec laid back under the large foot, making low growls of satisfaction. In two ways his body was stimulated; high and low, Gideon’s feet pressed and rubbed against his friend’s cock and chest, keeping the motions light and steady for now. 

Looking down at it all, Gideon tilted his head, resting it against the palm of his head. Knowing that he could make the usually rough and tough fox melt with just his feet certainly brought a feeling of pride. He kept his ears turned forward, picking up every deep noise that came from the small vulpine under him. 

“Good to hear you making those noises,” Gideon smirked. 

“...”

“It’s alright, Finn. Just let ol’ Gid take care of ya.”